At the Front - Orbit Culture

In war, unsettled dust

The whirlwinds risen from the tank

The roaming bomb

Thick blood, the tearing rust

The world’s eye gazing on it all, but yet so calm

Rise

Now

Rise

Now

To the world front

The gaze of the living

We’re watching the killing

You’ll move

To the front

To the war

No questions asked

You’ll kill

For me

I’m war

I’ve tried so hard to make the bleeding stop

I looked inside to see me die

To the world front

I’ve tried so hard to find the meaning’s call

I looked inside to see us die

To the world front

In war, a thousand gone

Determined rises from the scourge, the moaning starts

Thick oil, from broken bombs

No water’s pure, nothing’s left, yet winds so calm

The gaze of the living

We’re watching the killing

The graves under building

Under scraps we are living

You’ll move

To the front

To the war

No questions asked

You’ll kill

For me

I’m war

I’ve tried so hard to make the bleeding stop

I looked inside to see me die

To the world front

I’ve tried so hard to find the meaning’s call

I looked inside to see us die

To the world front

Rise

Now

Rise

To the world front and

Rise

Now

Rise

To the world front and rise